There was something so gentle about the way she slept, how her small hands curled around the pillow, her lips parted just enough for her to breathe in slow, dreamy sighs.
My little sister… so precious, so fragile, and right now, so completely unaware of the perverse thoughts swimming through my head.
She shifted beneath her sheets, just a subtle twitch of her leg, and the pale lavender hem of her nightgown slid up along her thigh, revealing soft, unblemished skin…
Fuck, it made my cock swell even harder against my pajama pants.
I reached down, squeezing myself, biting back a groan I'd be mortified for her to hear.
But… god, the feelings wouldn't go away. Not after the last few nights. I'd told myself it was just a fluke, some kind of sick curiosity or a twisted response to how much I wanted to protect her. But I kept coming back, couldn't help myself, not after feeling how warm she was, how soft, how easy it was to slip a hand under her nightgown and… ngh, I shivered just remembering it.
Tonight, her messy blonde hair fanned across the pillow, her face so innocent it almost hurt to look at her. My little sister… if only she knew what I'd been doing. But her breathing was still slow, peaceful. She was deep asleep, just like before.
My hands were trembling as I hovered them above her, barely daring to brush the edge of her comforter. Beneath the covers, I could see the faint rise and fall of her chest, the little peaks of her nipples poking through the thin cotton of her gown, even in the dark. There was something bordering on holy about it, and I wanted to worship her body, to give her pleasure even if she had no idea I was there.
Wasn't that sick?
I should stop.
I should go back to my bed, jerk off in the dark and hate myself for it.
But my body wouldn't listen.
My cock was practically throbbing, begging for release, for another taste of her.
I peeled back the comforter as quietly as I could, heart thumping in my chest. She didn't stir—not even when my hand grazed her bare thigh.
So warm… so plush…
I stroked the skin with shaking fingers, savoring the forbidden thrill.
My breath shuddered. I wanted to tell her how much I adored her, how I'd die to keep her safe, how all this daily struggle was for her sake, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted to touch her again. To slip my hand up her nightgown, maybe even bury my face between her legs and inhale her scent…
God, what was wrong with me?
Big brothers weren't supposed to do this sort of thing with their little sisters.
I watched her in the darkness, every inch of my body on fire, my cock leaking pre-cum through my pajamas. Even just watching her sleep like this, exposed and helpless, was enough to make me ache…
How could I ever stop?
I couldn't.
Not tonight.
My hand was already moving on its own, slipping beneath the waistband of my pajamas, wrapping tight around my aching cock. I hissed low, careful not to make a sound, but the pleasure was so sharp and sudden that it nearly did me in on the spot. My cock slapped against my palm, rock hard and slick with pre-cum; just the way I liked it.
Fuck, I was such a pervert.
But I couldn't stop…
I lined myself up next to her, my body pressed close to the edge of her bed, heart going wild. She didn't even stir, just sighed gently into her pillow like the little angel she was, hair all wild and soft around her face. I watched her chest rise and fall, watched the subtle flutter of her lashes… god, she was so peaceful, so fucking innocent.
And here I was, cock in hand, ready to ruin her.
I gripped my shaft tighter, stroking slow at first. I let the pre-cum bead and drip, wetting the tip, and I couldn't resist bringing it down to her lips. Just a gentle touch. Barely there. But it was enough to make her sigh, her mouth parting a little wider, an adorable little "mmm…" sound escaping her.
Holy shit…
I almost came right then. But I held back. I wanted more.
I stroked myself again, gliding the slick head of my cock up along the bow of her upper lip, tracing the shape of her mouth. She murmured, so quiet, so soft, and her tongue peeked out just a bit, wetting her lips—and fuck, my tip caught right on it, smearing pre-cum across her tongue. She licked her lips in her sleep, cooing, completely oblivious to what was happening.
I nearly lost it. My knees went weak.
Slowly, I pumped my cock, watching it throb and leak for her, for my perfect little sister. I pressed the tip against her lips again, a little firmer this time, feeling the warmth of her breath, the plush softness of her mouth. She didn't wake… didn't even flinch. She just made another one of those sleepy, needy noises and shifted her head, nuzzling her face against my cock like she was searching for something sweet in a dream.
God, it was too much.
I wanted to go further. I needed it.
I braced myself, sliding my cock up and down her lips, tracing the slick head along the seam of her mouth, feeling her sleepy tongue flick out now and then, tasting pre-cum and drooling just a little down her chin. It was messy. It was filthy.
It was fucking perfect.
I stroked myself a little faster, letting my tip linger right at the edge of her mouth, teasing her… daring her to open up for me. My heart hammered in my chest. My whole body burned, desperate and animal.
She whimpered softly, turning her head, and her lips grazed the underside of my cock, leaving a sticky trail across her cheek. I groaned, biting my own fist to keep quiet.
"Big… brother…?" she half-whispered, half-moaned. Still asleep, the poor twerp.
I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her mouth, even if she had no idea.
God, just thinking about it made me grip my cock even tighter. I stroked myself, slow and deliberate, letting the head glide over her lips again and again, smearing pre-cum across her mouth and cheek. She licked at it in her sleep, almost like she was hungry for it, and I couldn't stop myself from pumping my shaft right there, right against her perfect little pout.
But it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed to see her, to touch every inch of her, to ruin her in the gentlest, filthiest way.
I reached down, hands trembling, and slid my fingers along her thigh again. The skin was so soft, so warm—I fucking loved how it yielded under my touch. I bunched her nightgown up higher, exposing more of her pale legs, and then I gently, carefully reached further to spread her thighs apart.
She was so pliant in her sleep, so easy to manipulate… I couldn't help but groan at the sight of her thighs parting for me, her protective big bro, so delicate and smooth, the tiny indentation where her panties hugged her mound. Her legs twitched as my hands kneaded her flesh, and she let out a soft little moan, the kind that made my heart pound and my cock twitch.
"Mmm… nngh…"
She sounded so sweet, it almost broke me.
I pressed my hands further up her legs, squeezing her thighs and running my thumbs along the sensitive inner parts. She whimpered again, hips shifting against the mattress, her breath catching in her chest. She was responding to me—even asleep, her body knew what it wanted.
God, she was so adorable. I wanted to tease her, to make her writhe and moan under my hands.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slow and careful, not wanting to wake her but desperate to see what lay beneath. Inch by inch, I peeled them down, exposing more and more of her soft, untouched skin… until finally, her panties were down around her knees, and her pussy was right there in front of me, pink and glistening and hairless and perfect.
My breath hitched.
She was so fucking cute.
Her pussy was already a little wet, like her body was just waiting for me. I dragged my fingers across the lips, featherlight at first, just teasing her folds, and she moaned again—a deeper, needier sound, muffled by the pillow but so full of sleepy desire it made my whole body throb.
I rubbed her slowly, tracing little circles around her clit, feeling the way her hips bucked and rolled with every motion. Her pussy got wetter, sticky and hot to the touch, and I couldn't help but smile at how eager she was for me, even in her dreams.
I kept teasing her, playing with her pussy, coaxing more of those sweet noises out of her. Every time I touched her clit, she shivered and gasped, grinding her hips against my hand like she was begging for more. And of course, I gave her more—I slipped a finger between her folds, sliding it up and down, spreading her slickness everywhere.
She moaned louder now and my heart leapt every time she did. I was desperate to take it further, to feel her body grind and shudder and melt beneath me, so I crawled onto the bed, careful to keep my weight off her, and knelt between her spread thighs.
My cock bobbed in the open air, fully hard, the head flushed and wet, and I pressed it into the valley between her legs. I almost blacked out from the sensation—her skin was burning hot, and the soft fuzz of her mound tickled my tip. I rocked my hips, sliding my length along her slit, letting the slickness of her folds coat me in the dark. She whimpered, thighs clamping a little around my cock, and I fought to stay quiet, to savor every trembling second.
Her hips moved with me, subtle and slow, like her body was inviting me in even if her mind was still trapped in sleep. I ground myself against her, smearing her wetness from base to tip, every stroke making my cock jerk and throb. My hands found her waist, fingers digging in, kneading her softness while I lined myself up at her entrance.
I couldn't help it.
I pressed forward—gentle, cautious, trembling—and the head of my cock parted her folds, sinking into the tight, hot heat of her pussy.
My entire body seized with pleasure. She gasped in her sleep, her back arching off the bed and thighs squeezing tighter around me. Fuck, she was so impossibly snug; I had to grit my teeth just to keep from cumming right then and there.
I pushed as far in as I could before meeting resistance, feeling her tight little body stretch to fit me, and immediately I knew I wouldn't last. I tried to slow myself down, tried to savor it, but my brain was soup and my hips were working on pure animal autopilot. I rocked back and forth, barely moving at first, grinding my cock inside her hot little pussy, and every time I bottomed out, I swore I could feel her heartbeat pulsing through my tip.
But I hadn't bottomed out. Not really. Not with her little hymen keeping me from shoving myself all the way inside. Fuck, I wanted to break it. I wanted to break her and rebuild her all at once. I needed it more than anything and everything, and maybe she could sense it; the way I tensed up, bit my lip, and suppressed a quiet groan.
She moaned again, louder, voice raw with sleep and confusion. Her arms twitched up from the mattress, hands scrabbling for something to hold onto. Her eyes fluttered open, just slits in the dark, and her mouth formed a perfect little O of shock. For a split second I panicked—she was waking up, oh fuck, she was waking up—but before she could scream, before she could say a word, I grabbed her by the chin and kissed her, deep and desperate.
Her lips were so soft, so warm and plush, and for a second she just froze, stunned. Then she whimpered into my mouth, the sound helpless and sweet, and I felt her melt beneath me as I rocked my hips again, grinding into her. She tried to pull away, but I held her tight, tongue forcing its way past her lips, swallowing her cries as I fucked her deeper, harder, faster. I poured everything I had into that kiss—the guilt, the love, the twisted hunger that had eaten me alive since this all started. She tasted like sleep, like innocence, and now like my pre-cum smeared across her mouth.
She shuddered and moaned into the kiss, body squirming under mine, and I felt her pussy clench up, impossibly tight around me. Her arms finally latched onto my shoulders, nails digging in. She wasn't fighting me. Not really. Not anymore. She kissed me back, tentatively at first, then hungry and wild, matching the rhythm of my hips with the motion of her mouth. Her hips started moving too, pushing up against me every time I drove into her.
But the resistance. That god-damned resistance was still there. I was so close, so deathly fucking close to breaking her little hymen, to taking her virginity, to ruining her for anyone who could ever even think about being intimate with MY little sister. I didn't want to think about anyone else but ME doing this to her. She was mine. All fucking mine...
"Mmph—" she gasped, breaking away for a second, but I covered her mouth with my hand, pressing her head into the pillow.
"I'm sorry," I whimpered. Pathetic as fuck. "I'm sorry, sis, I… I gotta… I gotta take this, gotta take you, I'm so fucking sorry, baby, it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt so much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…!"
And just like that…
SQUELCH!
A firm shove. A whimper. Her eyes went wide, and she screamed into my palm, then clenched her eyes and out came the tears. I didn't need to look down to see that I had just ruined her for any future boyfriend or any future husband. Her big brother, the man who was supposed to protect her from things like this, just stole her precious chastity. Now she was bleeding all over her big bro's cock, and she wouldn't stop trembling, God, she wouldn't stop sobbing, so I just held her tight to my chest and whimpered all my pathetic little apologies like it would fix anything and everything.
Then I just kept fucking her, faster now, my balls slapping against her ass as I pistoned in and out. Her legs wrapped around me, ankles locking at the small of my back, pulling me deeper with every thrust. I looked down at her and saw her staring up at me, eyes wide and glassy, cheeks flushed and dotted with tears. She was crying and moaning and gasping all at once, and it made my heart ache with how beautiful she was, how completely she belonged to me.
I leaned in and kissed her again, gentler this time, brushing tears from her face. "Shh," I whispered, panting, "it's okay. I got you. I got you, little sis…"
She nodded, biting her lip, and then she started to cum. Her whole body went taut, legs trembling as her pussy squeezed down on me, milking my cock for everything it had. She was louder now, sobbing and moaning as her whole body seized up and shook around my cock. Fuck, her pussy was squeezing me so hard it was like she was trying to milk all the cum out of me before I even gave it to her. The sensation was unreal. My eyes rolled back. My hips bucked, driving my cock even deeper inside her.
Her voice went high and desperate. "Nngh! Big brother, I… I…!"
Tears welled up in her eyes, glinting in the low light as she trembled. I was so afraid that I was hurting her, really hurting her, but she clung to me, whimpering with every thrust I gave her, her nails leaving hot little trails along my back. The tight wet heat of her tiny pussy kept fluttering and tightening, so snug I almost lost it right there.
It was beautiful, watching her come apart like this. My little sister, so cute and sweet even as she was cumming her brains out on my cock.
I leaned in, heart pounding, and pressed my forehead against hers. Her face was flushed, cheeks wet with tears, her mouth parted in a helpless little O. I wiped at her tears with my thumb, kissing her forehead, her nose, her damp cheeks. "Shh, shh… I've got you," I whispered. "You're okay, little sis. I promise, you're safe. I'd never hurt you, I… fuck, I'm so sorry, but I can't stop. I just… need this. I need you. More than anything…"
She nodded, hiccuping a little, and gazed up at me with those blurry, trusting eyes. I thought she might try to push me away, tell me to stop, but instead she wrapped her arms tighter around my neck and hooked her thighs even wider, opening herself up for me.
Fuck.
She wanted it.
She wanted me.
My cock twitched inside her. The urge to rut her until neither of us could think straight was overwhelming. I gripped her hips, holding her steady, and started thrusting again. Hard, deep, relentless.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Her whole body rocked with every thrust, her tiny tits bouncing under her nightgown, her pussy clinging wetly to my shaft. Every time I bottomed out, she whimpered and shuddered, as if the pleasure was too much for her little body to handle. More tears spilled down her cheeks but she never told me to stop—instead she spread her legs as wide as she could, giving me all of her, offering herself up to her big brother like the sweetest, filthiest gift.
"Take it… please," she sobbed, voice cracking as she squirmed under me. "I want you, big brother—I want you so bad, I want you to make me yours…"
God, I almost lost control right there. I grabbed her and pressed our lips together again, fierce and hungry, the taste of her tears mingling with the sleepy little noises she made into my mouth. The wet heat of our kiss melted into the slick sound of our bodies moving, colliding, lost in each other, every moan and gasp feeding into the next.
We drowned in it—the messy tangle of limbs, the rawness of our need, the way our bodies clung together and refused to let go. My hips moved on their own, desperate and wild. I couldn't get enough of her pussy, how it gripped me, how it pulsed and drooled around my cock. I was so close to cumming inside her, so close to blowing my whole fucking load in my little sister's pussy.
I couldn't stop. Not now—not with her clinging to me, her tiny nails digging into my back like she was begging for it, her cunt spasming around my cock, hot and dripping and hungry for every inch I could give her.
"Ahh, fuck… fuck!" I growled, rutting her shamelessly, every thrust sending a splatter of wet warmth up my shaft and over my balls. I was lost in it—the messy, filthy sound of our bodies colliding, her whimpering, the way she trembled underneath me like she'd die if I stopped.
I lost my mind. I slammed my hips forward, bottoming out in her, and her pussy clamped down tight—a vise grip, a velvet trap—and I let go.
Cum exploded out of me.
I could feel it, thick and hot, spurting straight into her deepest, tightest parts. "Shit…!" I gasped, collapsing over her, my body shaking as spurt after spurt of sticky, white-hot cum filled her up. I couldn't stop—I grabbed her hips, holding her flush to me, making sure every last drop went exactly where it belonged.
Right inside her.
My little sister's pussy just drank it up, greedy and perfect. She moaned beneath me, hips rolling to meet mine, like she could feel the heat spilling into her. Her pussy fluttered, milking out every ounce I had, and it was so fucking good, so perfect, I almost blacked out from the pleasure.
"God… fuck… you're so good, little sis, so fucking good…" I groaned, biting her shoulder as I emptied my balls deep inside her. "That's it… take it, take all of it, fuck, you feel so good around me, I can't stop…"
I didn't even try. I just kept grinding into her, pumping her full, until the slick sound of our bodies was joined by the obscene squelch of my cum leaking out around my cock. The sheets were going to be a mess, and I couldn't care less. All I wanted was to fill her again, and again, and again, until she was overflowing.
The thought made my cock twitch, still buried in her, and I rutted her gently, savoring the way her pussy stayed so hot, so tight, so wet and sticky with my seed. She whimpered, shuddering as I fucked my cum even deeper, her legs trembling around my hips.
I could just keep going, I realized. I could stay inside her all night, pumping her full until morning. The risk of knocking up my cute little sister made my heart race—but I'd get her a morning-after pill, I promised myself. I'd make sure she was okay. But until then…
Fuck, I was gonna keep using her, gonna keep dumping my sticky, potent loads inside her greedy, needy cunt. I couldn't help myself. She made me lose all control; she was just too perfect, too sweet, too fucking addictive.
My cock hardened again, twitching in her cum-filled pussy. I just wanted more. I wanted to feel her, to squeeze her, to make her mine all over again. I wanted to rut her until every inch of her perfect little body was marked by me, ruined by me, claimed by her big brother.
But I had to check on her. I had to make sure… I wasn't hurting her. Not really.
I took a shaky breath and brushed the hair from her face, my heart pounding as I watched her chest heave, watched her sweet mouth tremble with every desperate gasp for air.
"Hey," I whispered softly, wiping away a tear from her cheek with my thumb. "Hey, are you… are you okay?"
She sniffled, blinking up at me with those big watery eyes. For a second, I thought she might start crying again, and I felt a wave of guilt and love crash through me all at once. But she just nodded, a tiny, quick flutter of her chin, so vulnerable and trusting it made my insides twist up.
"Yeah… m'kay…" she mumbled, voice hoarse and shaky. She sniffed again, then tried to smile, lips still trembling. "I like… when you hold me like this…"
God, she was so fucking pure. Even after what I'd just done to her, she was clinging to me, wanting more. I pressed my forehead to hers, feeling her hot, damp breath against my lips.
"You sure?" I asked, voice ragged with worry and need. "I… fuck, I'm so sorry, I got carried away. I just… couldn't stop. I couldn't help myself, I needed to… ngh, I'm so gross, I'm so fucking gross with you, little sis…"
She shook her head, cheeks flushing pink, even as her tears streaked down. "No… not gross… I like it. I really do. I want you to do it more…"
My heart nearly exploded.
"Really?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "You… want to go again?"
She nodded, this time a little more eagerly. "Uh-huh. But… can I… can I kiss you a lot and a lot? I want to kiss you… really really much…"
Fuck. I nearly burst just hearing those words. My cock twitched hard inside her, still rock solid and drenched in sticky cum and her own slick, and I leaned down to kiss her, soft at first, then rough, hungry, desperate.
Our mouths crashed together, teeth clacking, tongues tangling, pure need taking over.
Her arms shot up around my neck, pulling me in close, and she kissed me like she'd die if we stopped, like she needed to taste me, own me, drown in me. And I let her. I let her take everything. I groaned into her mouth, feeling her pussy clench tight around my cock, milking me for even more.
"Fuck… you're perfect…" I panted, breaking the kiss only long enough to breathe. "You're so fucking perfect, little sis…"
She whimpered, grinding her hips up, making my cock squelch deeper inside her. "Want you… want you so bad… please, please, can we go again…?"
God, how could I say no? I started thrusting, slow at first, just to watch the way her eyes fluttered and her mouth parted in a breathless moan. She looked so innocent even now, even with my cock buried in her cum-soaked pussy. I couldn't get enough.
I pressed kisses down her jaw, her neck, her flushed cheeks, my arms wrapping her tight. "I'm so sorry," I whispered between every kiss. "I'm so sorry I'm such a gross, mean, nasty big brother… but I just can't stop, I can't stop using you up, using this perfect little pussy for myself…"
She shivered, biting her lip, her whole body clinging to me. "It's not mean… you can use it as much as you want… it feels so good when you do…"
Fuck, fuck, FUCK.
I started moving harder, faster, grinding into her with every frantic thrust. The sheets were a mess, her thighs slippery with a mix of our cum, every movement making a slick, filthy sound that drove me wild.
She moaned into my mouth, her kisses getting desperate, sloppy, full of need. Her hands clawed at my back, pulling me down so our bodies were flush, so there was nothing between us at all.
"More," she begged, voice tiny and shaky. "Fill me up more, big brother… I want to feel you letting go inside me again, please, please, please…"
God, she was such a good little girl. Such a perfect, obedient little sister, whimpering with need, begging for her brother's cock—for his cum, for every filthy thing that only I could give her, only I could provide. The more I gave, the more she pleaded, her voice trembling as she ached for me to fill her completely. Just for me. Just for her brother.
Her pussy squeezed me, hot and sticky and impossibly tight, and I couldn't help but rut her harder, slamming my hips down until her whole body rocked with every movement.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound was obscene. The feel of her was even better.
She whimpered, burying her face in my neck, her breath coming in hot little gasps. "You're so big… nngh, it's so much… m-makes me feel so funny inside…"
I groaned, loving every second of it. "Yeah? You like it when your big brother uses your pussy like this? Fucks you so hard you can't even think straight?"
She nodded, eager and needy, her hips jerking up to meet every thrust. "Yes! Yes, I love it… I want you to keep going… please, I want to be your good little girl, I wanna be yours…"
God, my head was spinning. Every word from her lips made my cock throb, made my body move even more desperately.
I kissed her again, rough and deep, swallowing every sound she made. Our tongues fought for dominance, but she always let me win, always melted for me, let me take whatever I wanted.
Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper, and her pussy milked my shaft with every stroke, as if she was begging me to fill her again, to pump my cum into her until she was overflowing.
I couldn't resist.
I picked up the pace, slamming into her, harder and harder, the bed rattling beneath us. Her moans got louder, wetter, full of tears and heat and love.
"Fuck, you're so good, little sis… so fucking good, I can't get enough of you…"
She whimpered, kissing my jaw, my cheeks, any part of me she could reach. "Kiss me, kiss me, please… I need it…"
I crushed our mouths together, our tongues hot and slick with spit and need. We kissed like animals, like soulmates lost in the dark, and I could feel the tension building inside me, my cock swelling as her pussy clamped down, desperate for my cum.
"Gonna cum," I growled, the words hot against her lips. "Gonna fill you up again, stuff you full…"
She nodded, eyes wide and glazed with lust. "Do it, please, do it! I want it so much, I want to feel it inside me, I want to be your little girl! Please, please, please…!"
Fuck. I lost it. I slammed my cock into her, all the way to the hilt, and erupted. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot deep into her, mixing with the mess already inside her pussy. I could feel it leak out around my shaft, could feel her cunt milking me, sucking out every last drop.
She screamed into my mouth, cumming with me, her body shaking, her nails raking down my back. I kept pounding her, grinding my pelvis into her clit with each desperate thrust, not stopping even as we both came hard, not stopping even as the sheets turned slick with all our juices.
"Take it… take it all…" I moaned, kissing her over and over. "You're so fucking cute, little sis, so good for me, so perfect…"
She sobbed, smiling even as tears ran down her face. "Want more… want you forever… don't stop, please…"
God, how could I ever say no?
I slowed only a little, just enough to savor the feeling of her spasming around my cock. I wiped her tears away, peppering her cheeks with gentle kisses. "I'm here," I whispered. "I'm never letting you go. You're mine, okay? My perfect little sister…"
She nodded, giggling through her sniffles. "And you're my big brother. My favorite… my only…"
We stayed like that a while, tangled up, my cock softening just a bit before it twitched and hardened all over again. I could feel the heat building, the need returning, stronger than ever.
Fuck, I was insatiable with her…
I started moving again, slow at first, just rocking my hips, grinding her clit with every motion. She whimpered, hips rolling to meet mine, her pussy slick and messy and oh-so-welcoming.
"Again?" I teased, kissing her lips, nipping at her chin. "You want it again already?"
She blushed, pouting up at me. "Only if you k-kiss me lots and lots…"
I laughed, pure affection flooding my chest. "Deal," I growled, then dove right in, kissing her silly, drowning her in my love, my need, my obsession.
And as I fucked her, as I kissed her, as I watched her fall apart in my arms all over again, I knew I'd never be able to stop.
Not with her.
Never with her.
She was panting under me, cheeks flushed so darkly red it almost glowed even in the dim light. Her hair was a halo of tangled gold on the pillow, her hands clinging to my arms now, nails raking softly as I ground my still-hard cock inside her messy, creampied pussy. Fuck. The smell—the sound—the sight of her small body trembling and gasping for more, even after I'd just unloaded every drop in her tiny, perfect cunt… it was enough to drive anyone insane.
But I was already gone.
My little sister was grinning up at me, dazed, teary, desperate for more kisses. "Kiss me again," she whimpered, voice broken and soft, and I could feel her pussy flexing, squeezing me, as if she was trying to coax another load out of me already.
Goddamn. She was insatiable. Much more than I anticipated… I had started wondering if maybe I'd turned her into a little vixen; a complete monster of a little sister.
I devoured her mouth, covering her lips with mine, licking away the salty taste of her tears and the residual flavor of my own pre-cum from before. She whimpered, tongue darting out to meet mine, letting me claim her over and over. Our kisses were wild, uncoordinated, pure frantic need. Every time I pulled away, she chased after me, needy as a kitten, whining until I kissed her silly again.
Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass, and I rewarded her by grinding my cock in slow, heavy circles, stirring up the mess I'd left inside her. She shivered, a full-body wave rolling through her, and her hands flew to my back, grabbing at my skin, holding me close.
"More," she begged, voice barely a whine now. "Please, please don't stop…"
I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, nipping gently at her flushed skin while I started to move again. Slow at first, just so I could feel the obscene squelch of my cum leaking from her pussy and the way her little body trembled at every lazy thrust. I wanted to drag it out, make her feel every inch, every drop, every filthy thing I craved about her.
She didn't resist at all. She just arched her back and pushed her hips up, wanting more, needing it, whimpering into my ear like the sweetest, filthiest thing in the world.
PLAP… PLAP… PLAP…
The sounds of our bodies meeting, wet and sticky, filled the room. My cock was drenched—the hot, tight clutch of her pussy, the slippery mess of our mixed juices made every stroke feel ten times better. I groaned into her throat, letting her feel just how much she did to me.
"Fuck, you're so cute when you beg," I growled, biting her ear, making her squeal and giggle at the same time.
She blushed harder, hiding her face with her hands. "Shut up… you're the worst… but I like it… I like it so much…"
I yanked her hands away, pinning them up by her head, and crashed my mouth onto hers, forcing her to take every ounce of my need. Our tongues tangled, spit and tears mixing, a heady and intoxicating flavor I couldn't get enough of.
But I didn't care. Let them hear. Let the world know my little sister belonged to me now.
I fucked her harder, faster, rutting her into the mattress, grinding my cock through every messy inch of her. Her pussy was so tight and hungry it almost hurt, sucking me in, clinging to me, never wanting to let go.
"Ah! Ah!" She was breathless, her voice breaking on every thrust. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her eyes were hazy with lust. A look wholly unbefitting for a little child. "You're gonna… ohhh… you're gonna make me g-go crazy again…!"
I loved how easy it was. How I could just slam her with my cock, bury myself in her, and she'd fall apart for me, her whole body shaking with pleasure. She was so sensitive now, her pussy so fucked and creampied that every little movement sent shocks through her. And I wasn't gentle. Not even a little. I wanted her ruined for anyone but me.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Her hands gripped my wrists, her legs locked around my waist, and she pulled me down so our faces were pressed together, her breath hot and sweet and desperate.
"You're mine," I panted, biting at her lower lip between thrusts. "You're my little sister. My girl. No one gets you but me, okay? I can't… I can't let anyone h-have you…"
She nodded frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks again, her whole body tensed up, on the edge of cumming. "Yours… only yours… please, please, please, fuck me harder, big brother, please make me cum again…"
I was more than happy to oblige.
I pistoned my hips, slamming into her so hard the bedsprings shrieked beneath us. She screamed, hands flying to claw at my back, and her pussy clamped down so tight I saw stars.
I came again. Harder this time.
My cock exploded inside her, filling her with another huge, sticky load. This time, she came with me—the second my cum hit her insides, her whole body went rigid, her pussy sucked me in like a fucking vice, milking my cock for every last drop. She wailed, the sound muffled by my mouth as I kissed her through it, not letting her come up for air until her orgasm left her limp and shuddering beneath me.
"Take it… take all of it," I whispered, rutting into her in short, brutal strokes until I was sure I'd emptied myself as deep as possible. "God, look at you… you're so f-fucking perfect, I can't stop c-cumming inside you…!"
She sobbed, smiling through the tears, her face the picture of fucked-out bliss. "Nngh… it feels so good… I wanna feel it again and again…"
That was all the invitation I needed.
I rolled onto my side, dragging her with me, never pulling out, never letting a single drop spill out of her. She squeaked in surprise, giggling as she found herself straddling my hips, still impaled on my cock. For a moment, she just stared down at me, eyes wide and sparkly and full of pure love, before she collapsed onto my chest, hugging me tight.
I squeezed her back, hands roaming all over her soft, delicate body. I couldn't get enough of her skin—the heat of it, the way it shivered under my palms, how she arched into every touch like she needed it more than air.
She started grinding her hips in lazy, slow circles, making my cock squish around inside her flooded pussy. "Like this?" she mumbled, nuzzling into my neck and giving me these tiny, shy kisses.
"Yeah… just like that…" I groaned, loving the feeling of her little body moving on top of me, pussy milking out the last of my cum and begging for more. "God, you never get tired, do you…?"
She giggled, sounding so proud of herself. "Not with you… I just want to keep feeling you inside me… forever, if I could…"
I rolled her over again, pinning her to the mattress, and started to kiss every inch of her I could reach. Her cheeks, her lips, her jaw, her neck—I worked my way down, nipping and licking and sucking, making her squirm and squeal beneath me. When I got to her chest, I pulled her nightgown up, hoisting it over her little tits, and attacked them with my mouth, biting and sucking her nipples until she writhed.
"Mmm! Big brother, stop, I'm too sensitive," she gasped, trying to push me off—but she didn't mean it. She arched her back, shoving her chest into my mouth, moaning when I bit down harder.
"Such a cute little sister," I teased, tweaking her nipples between my fingers. "You pretend you don't want it, but your body gives you away every time…"
She pouted, sticking her tongue out at me. "You're mean… but I like it when you're mean…"
That made me laugh. She was the best. My perfect, precious brat.
I slid down between her legs, her nightgown bunched up under her arms, and spread her thighs wide to see the mess I'd made. Her pussy was swollen and pink, cum leaking out in thick globs, coating her thighs and the sheets beneath. I couldn't resist—I bent down and licked a fat drip of cum right off her slit, swirling my tongue inside to taste more.
She shrieked, hips flying off the bed, slamming her pussy into my mouth. "AH! No, no, no, it's so much, it's too much, big brother please, I'm sensitive, I'm gonna die if you keep doing that!"
But I ignored her protests. My lips and tongue worked, coaxing more from her, drinking the mingled stream of my seed and her juices, savoring every drop like it was the sweetest nectar. She moaned and sobbed, thighs shaking, grabbing a fistful of my hair in a grip that trembled between desperation and demand—I honestly couldn't tell if she wanted to shove me away or hold me right there, but it didn't matter.
She tasted divine. Heavenly, almost transcendent. Like nothing else in this world but her, raw and perfect and mine.
I slid two fingers into her, pumping them in and out, scissoring through the slick, cum-soaked mess. Every time I curled my fingers against her g-spot, she went wild, thrashing on the bed, her voice going high and sweet.
"Big brother, big brother, I'm gonna… nngh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming again, please, please don't stop, please!"
I didn't stop. I licked and fingered her until she convulsed, her pussy milking my fingers, more juice squirting out to add to the mess. I grinned, licking it all up, savoring her taste and the wild, desperate way her whole body trembled.
When she finally stopped shaking, I crawled back up to kiss her, sharing the taste of her own pussy on my tongue. She moaned into my mouth, licking at me, hungry for everything I'd give her.
"Your turn," she whispered, then pushed me onto my back with surprising strength.
God, she was adorable. Still so small, so delicate, but with a fire inside her that made me crazy.
She crawled down my body, kisses trailing over my chest, my stomach, finally settling between my legs. My cock was hard again already, slick with her juices, and she wrapped her tiny hand around it, pumping up and down.
She stared at it in awe, licking her lips. "It's so big… and so messy… you put so much inside me…"
I laughed, ruffling her hair. "You can never have too much, right?"
She giggled, then leaned in and licked a fat bead of cum off my tip. Her tongue was soft and hot, kittenish and sweet, and she moaned at the taste. She lapped up and down the shaft, cleaning it off, then closed her lips over the head and sucked gently.
"Good girl," I groaned, petting her head as she bobbed up and down, eyes closed, cheeks puffed out as she struggled to fit more in her mouth. She was so cute, slobbering on my cock, her tears and spit dripping down her chin.
She tried so hard. Every time she gagged, she pulled back, gasped for air, then dove in again, determined to please me. I watched her, heart full to bursting, so fucking in love with this little brat.
"Just like that… yeah… you're doing so good…" I whispered, letting her suck me until my balls tightened, until the urge to cum over her face was almost overwhelming.
But I wanted to finish inside her again.
I pulled her off, grinning at her pouty, cum-glossed lips. "I want to fuck you more," I told her, voice rough with need. "Climb on, little sis. I want you to ride me."
She blushed, glancing away, but scrambled up my body, straddling my waist. I lined my cock up with her pussy, and she sank down onto it with a gasp. Her eyes rolled back, her whole body shivering as I filled her up again, stretching her out and stuffing her full of my cock.
She rocked her little hips on my cock, her little hands planted on my chest and her hair swinging wildly around her face. God, just looking at her made my whole body shiver with need—I'd never seen anything so fucking cute in my life.
She whined, brow furrowed with effort and pleasure, hips wriggling as she struggled to take every inch. "Big brother…!"
I grinned, not even trying to hide my pride. "What's wrong, little sis? Is it too much for you?"
Her pussy squelched around my shaft, so slick I could feel every trembling spasm inside her. She shook her head, cheeks stained red, and ground herself down as deep as she could go. "No… it's just… it's so big, and I feel so full, and I… I don't know if I can do it all night long…"
That made me laugh. Pure, happy, affectionate. I wrapped my hands around her tiny hips and gave her a squeeze, loving how soft and squishy she was under my fingers. "Then let's find out," I teased, bouncing her a little harder, helping her piston up and down on my cock. "I wanna see how much you can really take, okay?"
She moaned and nodded, eyes rolling back, her pussy clenching like it had a mind of its own.
I couldn't get enough.
I started to move her faster, guiding her up and down, making our bodies slap together in the filthiest, wettest rhythm. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Her thighs trembled with the effort, but every time she slammed herself down, she gasped and whined, her whole body overcome by the wild sensations. My cock was so deep inside her I could feel her tummy bulge out a little with every thrust.
"Fuck… you're so good, little sis… you feel so fucking perfect when you ride me like this…"
She whimpered, biting her lip, her movements getting frantic. "Big brother, I'm… I'm gonna… oh god, I'm gonna…!"
"Do it," I urged, voice rough with need. "Cum with me. Let's do it together, okay? I wanna feel your pussy squeeze the life out of me…"
She screamed, face twisted up in bliss, and I felt her clamp down so hard on my cock that I almost saw stars. My own orgasm hit at the same time; I grabbed her hips and slammed her down, balls deep, and unleashed a tidal wave of cum straight into her spasming, needy cunt. She came so hard she went limp, her arms giving out as she collapsed onto my chest, her body twitching and shuddering from the force of her climax.
I held her tight, still pulsing inside her, cock buried to the hilt, cum flooding her insides until it squirted back out and dripped down my thighs. I stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, told her how beautiful she was, how she was my everything.
But she didn't answer. She was out cold, her cheek pressed to my heart, drooling a little on my chest. Her whole body was boneless, splayed out over me, skin flushed and hot and sticky. Her little ass was soft and squishy in my hands, and her pussy was still milking my cock, gushing with the mess I'd shot deep inside her. I didn't want to move. Didn't want to break this spell. I just wanted to hold her, just like this.
So I did.
I wrapped my arms tight around her, burying my nose in her hair, inhaling the sweet, wild scent of her. She was drooling on my chest, lips still parted, lashes fluttering on her cheeks. Every breath she took made her rub against me, her tiny body melting into mine, like she belonged there forever.
God, I could've died right then. I'd never felt this close to anyone before. Not even close.
I stroked her back in slow, lazy circles, feeling the heat of her skin and the way her muscles twitched in her sleep. My cock softened a little, but I didn't pull out. No way. I stayed buried inside her, savoring every flutter, every pulse, every tiny aftershock of pleasure from her cum-soaked cunt. The sheets underneath us were a disaster, sticky and hot, but it just made everything even better. More real. More ours.
I kissed her temple, her hair, the tip of her ear. She whimpered—the tiniest noise, like she was still dreaming of me. Of this. I wanted to wake her up and tell her how perfect she was, how she'd ruined me for life, but she was so peaceful, so content, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not yet.
So I just held her tighter.
I pulled the comforter up over both of us, wrapping us in a cocoon of heat and sweat and sex. My hands wandered her body, not to wake her, but to memorize her. Every curve, every dip, every spot where her skin went soft or sensitive under my fingertips. I pressed my palm to her lower back, holding her closer, feeling her little heart beat against my ribs.
She fit against me perfectly. Honestly, it was insane how perfect she felt here in my arms. Like we were meant to be like this. Forever.
She mumbled in her sleep, nuzzling her cheek against my collarbone. "Big brother… mmm… don't go…" Her arms hugged me tighter, and her pussy clenched around my cock, like even her body didn't want to let me go.
Fuck. I almost teared up right there. Was it possible to love someone this much? To want to protect and adore and absolutely destroy them all at once?
I'd never really believed in soulmates before. But right now, holding my little sister, my cock buried deep inside her spent, cum-filled pussy, I realized I'd never let her go.
Not ever…
I kissed her again, and again, and again.
Her lips. Her cheeks. Her forehead.
She was so warm and soft and mine.
I was the luckiest man alive…
…and there was no question about it